Lu Ao stared at the sky, feeling better than ever.
He threw back the covers and felt around beside his pillow for his phone. It was already 7:08.
It was getting late, so he hurriedly tucked his phone beside the pillow and went to wash up and get dressed.
Once he was ready, he pushed open the door, intending to find Song Zhou. He needed to get back to that guesthouse in Qianyong City as soon as possible.
For some reason, although he had not heard Song Zhou's voice, Lu Ao instinctively knew he was home.
As soon as he opened the door, Lu Ao caught a fragrant scent in the morning breeze.
It was coming from the kitchen.
Lu Ao froze in a daze for a moment, then lifted his legs and walked over.
Song Zhou, tall and long-legged, was making breakfast.
Lu Ao watched him from the doorway.
Song Zhou looked up, his eyes curving as he said gently, "Wait a moment. It'll be ready soon."
Leaning against the doorframe, Lu Ao said, "I think I need to head back."
"No one over there is looking for you yet. Have breakfast first." Song Zhou lifted his chin slightly. "You can also message them and tell them you're going back to sleep."
"Okay. I'll send it now."
Lu Ao picked up his phone and messaged Little Du, telling him that he was going back to sleep and might not get up until after ten.
Little Du replied immediately: No problem. Get some proper rest. Once you're up after ten, just come over here.
Lu Ao turned off his phone's screen. "Done."
He went over to help, carrying the breakfast outside.
Song Zhou's cooking was quite good, no worse than the breakfast places outside.
Lu Ao ate until his eyes